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• The women pardon'd all except her face.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 113...
• But all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 27...
• That all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 49...
• There 's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 5...
• Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto vi, Stanza 7...
• A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 53...
• The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xv, Stanza 13...
• A long, long kiss,--a kiss of youth and love.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza 186...
• And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto x, Stanza 24...